sunset fever

Zhong Qingming had been waiting outside the door early in the morning. Seeing Chen Bizhen come out, she hurriedly followed him and said, "I just went to Mr. Yan's room and saw that he was not there. Xiao Er said that he hadn't come back all night, so I thought it was because he didn't stay in the shop." .”

"Are you able to take the package?"

"The money bag is probably on his body, but all the clothes and luggage are left behind," Zhong Qingming replied, and asked again, "Would you like to go and have a look?"

After hesitating, Chen Bizhen went downstairs anxiously, talking in a low voice, with no joy on his face, he said: "Maybe I really annoyed him last night, so he went back to Fushan alone, maybe... to Yangjing. "

He took a deep breath in his heart, and suddenly became a hesitant and helpless person. He couldn't deal with everything last night as decisively as he dealt with state affairs.

In the inn hall, there were early risers, cleaning servants, and those who just came in. Chen Bizhen and Zhong Qingming were about to go out to eat, when a woman in red came behind her, she was over forty At her age, her eyes became a little more direct and sharp. She said to the people beside her, "I will send out all the copies I copied last night today. The suffering laborers can't wait. Now that the weather is getting colder, it is not suitable for digging mountains and building buildings."

"Send what?" Chen Bizhen pretended to be a leisurely dandy, leaned forward and looked at the paper in the woman's hand.

The woman sneered sneeringly, looked at Chen Bizhen and Zhong Qingming for a while, then bowed, and said in a low voice, "Which path is your son on?"

"My father is in the pearl and jade business, and he came here from Fenjiang to settle down. I like the mountains and rivers of Yaotai, as well as wine and beauties."

While Chen Bizhen was talking, he gave Zhong Qing a wink, and Zhong Qingming went to order some tea and food. The woman invited them to sit down and said, "I have heard about Yu, my lord, do you think our poems are interesting?"

"How do you know if you don't look at it?" Chen Bizhen chuckled lightly, and returned to her.

Wen Moqing was not afraid of anything, she unfolded the paper, handed it to Chen Bizhen generously, and said, "We have a poetry club, and we often write poems, songs and essays, talk about the current situation and people's livelihood, and do some good things for the people."

Chen Bizhen covered his mouth and turned sideways, and asked, "Aren't you afraid that I'm a spy of the imperial court?"

Wen Moqing laughed immediately, and replied: "Of course you are not. From my experience and awareness, a spy would pretend to be like you. Besides, why would the court find you a young boy to be a spy?"

"Try me, good sister?" Chen Bizhen took the poured tea and handed it to Wen Moqing. He licked the tip of his teeth and said, "Your poems are really good poems."

Wen Moqing looked into Chen Bizhen's eyes carefully, took the tea, she turned to look at Zhong Qingming, then looked at the people around, and then asked: "So, are you interested, young master, come in and play."

Chen Bizhen squinted his eyes lightly with a smile, took a sip of tea and said, "Then I need to know who is in your poetry club. If they are older talents, what's the use of playing tricks?"

Wen Moqing drank the tea, and poured herself another cup. Her eyes were calm, sweeping through everything that could be seen nearby. There were still two strands of black hair on her cheeks. After she was silent, she raised her dark-skinned face , the corner of the mouth slightly curved, said: "There are girls, there are everyone, and the most beautiful people."

The woman's voice was not sharp, her words were breathless, her face was full of arrogance and sternness, she drank three more cups of tea, then left the poem, said goodbye to Chen Bizhen, and went to the street.

Chen Bizhen and Zhong Qingming went back to the upstairs room.

There are mountains and forests around Yaotai, so there are naturally steep and hidden places. The courtyard of Tan Songting was built not long ago, and there are lush withered grass growing on one side, and tall trees with fallen leaves. On the cliff, there is still a sparse stream of water left on the ice waterfall, flowing into the silent frozen river in front of the door.

Outside the room is a high wall of green bricks, the door is completely closed, and it is inserted tightly from the inside.There is a pool of bamboo at the back of the yard, which naturally dries up in winter, leaving only rustling yellow stem leaves.

During the day, an oil lamp was burning in front of the table, and Tan Songting bowed his head and wrote: ... The imperial servant is favored by the emperor, and he is wandering in Yangjing alone, with no one to rely on. Stay in a hidden place for a few days, and wait for the battle for the right to seize it later. You can use it as a bargaining chip. If you give clever advice, you can return it to the emperor's side and use it for you...

There were two pigeons in the cage, and Tan Songting picked out a gray one. He opened the window and saw that the sky outside was gray. Regardless of the stronger wind, he quickly tied the letter to the pigeon's feet and let the pigeon fly away. up.

The backyard is next to the whole piece of dry bamboo, the room is a little dark, and no one lights up the lamp at night, Yan Xiu was woken up by the cold, he expected to speak, but felt a sharp pain in his head, he only knew when he moved again There was a quilt on his body, his sight was blocked by the bed curtain, and he shrank in a narrow space.

The clothes were taken off a little, only the thin inner lining was left, Yan Xiu hung his head, recalling what happened on the street that night, he couldn't conclude that he had been unconscious for a few days, and he could hear the howling wind outside.

When he got out of bed, his legs and feet were still sore, and even heavy and numb. There was no light in the room, not even a starlight.

Going forward, stepping into an unknown place, Yan Xiu smelled the smell of smoke, and touched the burnt charcoal basin under his feet, Yan Xiu continued to move forward, he suddenly suspected that all this was done by Chen Bizhen as if praying for blessings, so he lightly Call: "Zhong Qingming."

It was too quiet, so Yan Xiu's words were too loud, after that, no one answered him.

On the table was a dusty teacup, a veil that had been washed hard, a half-stained candle, and a torch.

"Zhong Qingming?" Yan Xiu tried to shout again.

The wind continued to roar, as if it was about to break through the wall and the dark night. When he came here, Yan Xiu lit the lamp, and the yellow light gradually expanded into a hazy and false warmth, filling the room.

Contrary to what Yan Xiu had guessed, the room was spacious and gorgeous, but the fire was extinguished, and the kang was not burned, so it was as cold as a cellar; Yan Xiu went to the door, not surprisingly, the door was locked from the outside of.

So, the window couldn't be opened, there was nothing to eat, and there was only a small pot of cold water left; but so, there were some old and expensive things here, there was a copper pot with feasting, fishing and hunting patterns on the shelf, and there were two filled pots. There are colorful female riding figurines, and many playthings that Yan Xiu doesn't know.

Yan Xiu blew out the candle and lay down on the bed again. He huddled in the not-so-thick quilt and tried to sleep. It was more doubt than despair. It was cold here, so it must be Yaotai, but at this time When was it, where was it, who was grounded... Yan Xiu really couldn't figure it out.

After a long time, probably because the stamina of the drug had not faded away, Yan Xiu fell into a coma again. When he woke up again, it was already broad daylight, and there was a brazier not far from the bed tent, and a steaming hot pot was placed on the table. Tea.

A woman was busy sweeping the ground and slowly turned her head.

"Where is this?" Yan Xiu asked.

The woman answered him slowly: "It's Yaotai."

"Who are you and why are you shutting me down?"

The broom was being held by the woman, the handle was almost taller than her whole body, she shook her head lightly, and sighed: "I don't know, I'm not the master of this house either, I'm just doing things for money, serving you daily, You can call me Thirteenth Grandma, they all call me that."

Yan Xiu wanted to go under the window, but the woman hurriedly brought up hot tea, brown tea soup was brewed in the teacup, it was so hot that his mouth tingled, but Yan Xiu couldn't care less, in his consciousness, there was Liquan flowing into his mouth The flow, finally, suppressed the cold and thirst all night.

Chen Bizhen wanted to return to Yangjing as soon as possible. After all, Yaotai was not feeling well due to the cold weather, and Yan Xiu's whereabouts were unknown at this time. Therefore, Chen Bizhen was a little worried, but the special envoy investigating the labor issue was about to meet him, and all the causes and effects were not clarified. The end of the year is approaching, and there are a lot of disturbing things. When I was reading, the pages of the book were lit by a candle nearby, burning an ugly hole.

"It's too bad," Chen Bichen said while sitting on the heated kang with a torn book, his eyes fixed, "some things are not going well, I looked at Wen Jianyu and thought, if I really want to ask the crime, I should give it to you." What is she guilty of?"

Zhong Qingming replied softly: "When people are at a high place, they lose their position at the bottom. If you can understand them, it will be a really strange thing."

"The strange thing is that I seem to really understand. I lived here with my identity hidden, and suddenly lost respect and attention. I found that many things that seemed insignificant to me were the lives of ordinary people."

The book gave off a burnt smell, Zhong Qingming took it over, Chen Bizhen closed his eyes, raised his hands, and said, "Go to sleep, I'm going to rest too."

People are worried, but unexpectedly, Chen Bizhen fell asleep quickly, his whole body was warm, and he couldn't help it, as if his soul was vacated, and people were trapped by dreams, and then he couldn't tell the truth from the fake.

It seemed that he had returned to Yangjing. Soon, Chen Bizhen was sitting on the couch in the bedroom of the Qing Palace. The charcoal fire and candle lights were bright. Chen Taoshao, Chen Xianyuan, and Chen Yiyi came. They were all brightly dressed and beautifully dressed. For hair accessories, Chen Xianyuan, who has always been simple and neat, even had flowers in her hair.

"The fragrance of boat flowers from the west sky." Chen Xianyuan smiled, holding a red copper incense burner, she placed it on the table, and sat down.

"It makes my nose itch."

Hearing the sound, Chen Bizhen turned his head in surprise, his shoulder was pulled, pinched not too hard, he looked at the hand with red knuckles, and then looked up along the sleeve.

Yan Xiu smiled and scratched the tip of his nose, then sighed again: "It smells so good."

"The four of us, what can we do?" Chen Yiyi asked sharply.

Chen Taoshao sat down at the table, and answered her: "You can't even be punished for drinking, so what do you expect to do?"

So, Chen Yiyi chased after Chen Taoshao and gave him a few fists, while Chen Xianyuan sat in front of the couch with her lips pursed, unable to hold back her laughter. She poked Chen Bizhen's waist and said, "Hurry up, come on!" In front of the prince, come to play wild."

The hand on one shoulder was still there, and Chen Bizhen felt that it was really warm. He turned his head and saw Yan Xiu's black hair was loose, and he was wearing a white satin robe. At this time, he asked in a very soft voice: "His Royal Highness, do you still recognize me?"

"I know." Chen Bichen swallowed his saliva.

"Pour me a drink, too."

Chen Bizhen wondered where the wine came from, but he understood, people around couldn't see this Yan Xiu, in a blink of an eye, he saw Chen Xianyuan holding a red lacquer plate and said: "Drink some, Prince."

In the fuss, Yan Xiu reached out his hand unceremoniously, and also took a glass in his hand. He raised his head, drank it in one gulp, and consciously took the wine jug that was put aside, and poured another glass.

In the end, he drank until his cheeks became red.

Everyone was playing and having fun, and each had some pleasant conversations. Afterwards, Chen Yiyi and Chen Xianyuan went to lie down on the bed, Chen Taoshao leaned on the other side of the couch, and Chen Bizhen and Yan Xiu lay sideways on the couch. Feet to one side, but the face is close to each other.

Yan Xiu said, "They are all asleep."

The wind that leaked from elsewhere was also the fragrance of boat flowers. It blew on the face of the man after drinking, shivering with cold, both of them closed their eyes, and they didn't ask each other anything, as if their hearts were connected, once, again , smacking each other's mouths.

This place was not in the Changfeng period, but in Yaohe where Chen Bizhen had lived in the Qing Palace for a long time. The winter was long, and when he was leisurely, he also thought about many, many unknown things.

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